PATIENCE.
Lord, give me patience! Hope I have, But hopes are curses when they cry For swift fulfilment, lest they die. Patience, not hope, is truly brave. Give me a patience that will work Through ihe grey years for sweets delayed; Nor ever faints, nor grows afraid, When doubts assail the spirit’s gate. Give me a patience that will work With little things to little ends; That wealth of time and care expends On duties which the heart would shirk. Give me a patience that will bear With others, when the pin-pricked heart Would send through scornful lips a dart Steeped in the venom of despair. A patience that untiring proves; Thwarted, yet all-expecting still; That climbs above the present's ill, And works, and waits, and meanwhile
Loves:
Stephanie
Ormsby
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Radio Record, Volume I, Issue 16, 4 November 1927, Page 6
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130PATIENCE. Radio Record, Volume I, Issue 16, 4 November 1927, Page 6
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